To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
“..the dark walks, so favourable to the interviews of young lovers” — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
If fun is good, truth is still better, and love best of all. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
If there is no love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
“It is those who injure women who get the most kindness from them.” — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
The Pall Mall Gazette is written by gentlemen for gentlemen. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
The world is full of love and pity, I say. Had there been less suffering, there would have been less kindness. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
“Here is a minute. It may be my love is dead, but here is a minute to kneel over the grave and… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
When a man is in love with one woman in a family, it is astonishing how fond he becomes of every person… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Oh, my young friends, how delightful is the beginning of a love-business, and how undignified, sometimes, the end! — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
To see a young couple loving each other is no wonder; but to see an old couple loving each other is the… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
The affection of young ladies is of as rapid growth as Jack's beanstalk, and reaches up to the sky in a night. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Almost all women will give a sympathizing hearing to men who are in love. Be they ever so old, they grow young… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Every man ought to be in love a few times in his life, and to have a smart attack of the fever.… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all!… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Our great thoughts, our great affections, the truths of our life, never leave us. Surely they can not separate from our consciousness,… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
“No, you are not worthy of the love which I have devoted to you. I knew all along that the prize I… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Love seems to survive life, and to reach beyond it. I think we take it with us past the grave. Do we… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Young ladies may have been crossed in love, and have had their sufferings, their frantic moments of grief and tears, their wakeful… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Sure, love vincit omnia; is immeasurably above all ambition, more precious than wealth, more noble than name. He knows not life who… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
A pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice to subdue a man; to enslave him, and enflame him; to make… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
We love being in love, that's the truth on't. If we had not met Joan, we should have met Kate, and adored… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
When [men] see a pretty woman, and feel the delicious madness of love coming over them, they always stop to calculate her… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
If love lives through all life; and survives through all sorrow; and remains steadfast with us through all changes; and in all… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
To describe love-making is immoral and immodest; you know it is. To describe it as it really is, or would appear to… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Forgotten tones of love recur to us, and kind glances shine out of the past--oh so bright and clear!--oh so longed after!--because… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Where is truth, forsooth, and who knoweth it? Is Beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so? Does… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
“We are Turks with the affections of our women; and have made them subscribe to our doctrine too. We let their bodies… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
If dying, I yet live in a tender heart or two; nor am I lost and hopeless living, if a sainted departed… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
Perhaps all early love affairs ought to be strangled or drowned, like so many blind kittens. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
“To those great geniuses now in petticoats, who shall write novels for the beloved reader's children, these men and things will be as much… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
When one fib becomes due as it were, you must forge another to take up the old acceptance; and so the stock of your… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
Let a man who has to make his fortune in life remember this maxim: Attacking is the only secret. Dare and the world yields,… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
As nature made every man with a nose and eyes of his own, she gave him a character of his own, too; and yet… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
Our great thoughts, our great affections, the truths of our life, never leave us. Surely they can not separate from our consciousness, shall follow… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
Charming Alnaschar visions! it is the happy privilege of youth to construct you. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
To see a young couple loving each other is no wonder; but to see an old couple loving each other is the best sight… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
An immense percentage of snobs, I believe, is to be found in every rank of this mortal life. — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
“Picture to yourself, O fair young reader, a worldly, selfish, graceless, thankless, religionless old woman, writhing in pain and fear, and without her wig.… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share
Certain opuscules, denominated 'Christmas Books,' with the ostensible intention of swelling the tide of exhilaration, or other expansive emotions, incident upon the exodus of… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share